It seems strange to write about these things now
but the time has probably come when we should
accept whatever is past and gone and never will return
Looking back to the beginning
I see a flood of painful memories
and the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeat
We set out with our heads held high,
so sure our ground, our righteousness,
the new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truth
But in the end we surrendered easily
It's no use pretending otherwise
well most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerve

Well, some of us made an easy peace and moved into the Brave New World;
it's hard for the true believers to look back now and realise
that for many of the crowd it was just the fashion, the cause of the moment,
well we if anyone should know that you can look pretty dum
standing in last year's clothes
And some of us, shell-shocked still, ran for shelter and do the rituals
the same old way pretending that someone out there cares
And some of us live in the modern world
We give unto Caesar what is due
and harbour the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revenge

Now nothing you see out there is real,
It matters not what you believe in
It matters less what you say but only what you are
It matters what you are It matters what you are